One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

He had a long sword inlaid with a large ruby ​​hanging at his waist. It was said that it was found in a noble manor during the chaos two months ago, but several people who owned the sword died afterward, and now Ryder owns it.

He doesn't believe in those superstitious beliefs.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blade. "Be patient, the prey will eventually come to us."

"Didn't our Joker Gang take over this area precisely for these prey?"

They wore clown masks with comical smiles on their faces.

Bucky the Clown and Major Yaro are the stars of the island.

What a coincidence!

"What about the navy? They used to take charge of this area."

"Navy my foot!" Ryder retorted rudely.

"Even if the Celestial Dragons are dead, we can't do anything about it!"

"Yes, they couldn't even capture Lord Bucky!"

"Keep your voice down, prey is coming!"

Ryder's eyes lit up.

Beside a broad mangrove tree, a small penguin-shaped boat suddenly emerged from the light mist.

The shallow draft indicates that this is a small boat.

"It's a little penguin!"

"There's not much meat."

"We have to eat it, even if it's not much. Damn it, if we don't eat these penguins, wouldn't our brothers have died for nothing!"

"Fuck him!"

Ryder's clown mask had several obvious scars, and his eyes beneath the mask revealed a sinister look.

They did not have a clear goal like the followers of Yarrow.

They only managed to snatch a few pieces of meat during the chaos caused by Bucky the Joker, which is why they are known as the Joker Gang.

Go grab, fight for more meat.

They only enjoy the satisfaction of being filled and the thrill of committing crimes.

"on!"

With a shout, Ryder threw a spear with a thick hemp rope attached from the shore where he was hiding, and hurled it forcefully at the penguin boat.

The spearhead was shaped like a barb, and when thrown onto the deck of the Big News, it got stuck on the ship's side when pulled back forcefully.

"Clown Gang, kill!"

Ryder took the lead, looking like an acrobat as he stepped on a two-finger-wide thick rope while wearing a clown mask.

Other gang members were gurgling underwater, reaching towards the bottom of the boat.

One of the key reasons they seized the port was that they were very familiar with the robbery business.

The sounds of battle pierced the still night, but there was no response from the penguin ship.

Ryder successfully made his way to the bow deck.

There was only one person here holding a kerosene lamp.

"Hey, you there!"

Ryder had intended to sneak up and stab him, but the constant approaching companions gave him the confidence to do so.

"This belongs to our Joker Gang. Have you decided on your starting bid?"

The person carrying the lantern was thin, wearing a burgundy shirt over a purple vest.

He propped his head up with one hand, seemingly deep in thought.

Damn it!

Seeing that the man did not respond, Ryder immediately felt that the Jokers' reputation was being underestimated.

Just chop it down cleanly and swiftly.

The ruby-stained longsword cleaved from the right shoulder to the left abdomen.

"If you can't figure it out, then just die!"

Ryder sheathed his sword and turned around.

He tried hard to project a fierce look into his eyes.

Killing and ruthlessness are the two most important things that he uses to control this small gang.

A subordinate wearing a clown mask reached onto the deck, but then froze when he saw him.

"Look carefully, this is what happens to those who disobey the rules of our Joker Gang."

Ryder thought they were intimidated by his ferocity, and his heart skipped a beat.

Finally, one of his underlings, driven by a lack of conscience, raised his hand and pointed behind Ryder.

He frowned and turned around.

Behind them, the body of the person carrying the kerosene lamp was split in two.

The second half simply stood still.

The upper half, however, slowly turned around.

The dim firelight clearly illuminated the deep red paint on the other person's lips and face.

The clown smirked and bowed slightly.

Good morning, my colleagues.

The clown's voice was gentle, as if he were genuinely greeting them.

puff.

Ryder felt his legs go weak and he collapsed, his heart pounding as if it would jump out of his chest.

The portrait in the wanted poster overlapped with the face of the person in front of them.

The greeting reminded him of his early live streams.

"The enemy of the world."

The proverb "Lord Ye loved dragons but was terrified of them" perfectly illustrates this point.

Although they called themselves the Jokers, when they actually saw this madman who was called the enemy of the world, what welled up in their hearts was a fear of his madness.

The enemy of this world, he has returned; he has returned to this island!

Why be so serious?

Bucky chuckled, forcing a weak smile onto Ryder's stiff face.

"But to be fair, if you slash me once, I'll slash you once too."

He picked up the long knife from Ryder's hand, but the man's trembling hand couldn't muster any strength.

We compared the angles.

Then, with a slash, he cuts the blade.

A few drops of scalding blood splattered onto his face.

"Well, I'm a very fair person. If I say it's one cut, then it's one cut."

Bucky made a sheathing motion, just like Ryder had done.

He also glanced at the blade of the longsword.

The knife was dark red, lacking any of the cold luster that iron should have, and a few drops of blood slid quickly down its blade.

"Hmm, what should we do next?"

He silently flicked the blade, his utterly indifferent gaze sweeping over the clown masks.

Their extremely cold gazes made them completely afraid to move.

Even though there wasn't a trace of ferocity in his expression.

But fear is fear, and it's deeply rooted in their hearts.

"The Joker Gang, huh? That's a familiar name."

"If you want to survive, come play a game."

Bucky suddenly remembered an interesting idea, and a smile crept onto his face.

"The first person to leave this ship, and the last person to leave this ship, will die."

A guy wearing a clown mask touched the listening Den Den Mushi hidden in his chest.

Then he grabbed his companion and shoved him hard.

Honggang.

One of the few areas heavily guarded by the navy.

Brownie was lounging comfortably on his comfy armchair with his legs crossed.

Yes, life is always exceptionally comfortable without the clown.

He held in his hand the documents collected by the naval intelligence department.

"God Valley's Revenge, what kind of place is this?"

"I've never heard of that before."

At the port, the sun had just risen, and the bubble cable car responsible for transporting passengers up and down had already welcomed its first batch of passengers.

"Hey, why do you look so awful?"

The naval officer on guard pointed out a middle-aged man whose expression was unusually fearful and pale.

He was carrying a small suitcase and appeared to be dressed as a middle-class or higher businessman.